Sorority Raid

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“Oh come on you guys! It can’t be that hard to open the door” Lillian whined at her two friends, who were lazily and idly lying around the large living room of the sorority house, their faces buried over their phones. Lillian sighed, having to abandon her vegan, slim-down smoothie mid-blending, and walk from the kitchen all the way to the front door, even though Pearl and Tanisha were only a few steps away from it. The tiny (5’2’’) white girl had bright-blonde, shoulder-length wavy hair and beautiful blue eyes. Like all the girls in ΔΙΔ, Lillian was of course, slim. She had small, perky B-cup titties, currently covered by her bra and cute pink top, and a tiny waist that accentuated her tight, round ass, dressed in some sexy jean shorts. Around the house, the girl was walking only in her thigh-high, pink-and-white, stripped socks, despite how much dust they collected from the mansion’s rarely swept floors. Rather rudely, the two other girls didn’t even respond or bat an eye at their scolding friend and kept browsing TikTok and Instagram.

Pearl was an Australian beauty, around 5’7’’ with short, ginger/blonde hair that ended just past her earlobes. She had a milky white complexion and firm DD-cup tits, the nipples of which were currently poking against her black, cotton crop top. She had beautiful peachy lips and freckles on her pretty face and bare shoulders. She was sprawled on a long couch that (just like the rest of the living room) was covered with various stains of condiments and alcoholic beverages.

As much glamour and status as this girls’ sorority possessed, at the end of the day, it was a house were a large number of carefree, irresponsible college kids lived. It was not the tidiest space.

A few yards away from Pearl, lying even more ragdoll-like on a large beanbag, was Tanisha, an Angolan-descented beauty with gorgeous deep dark skin which was lotioned thoroughly every day. The slim girl (around 5’4’’) had a twerkable booty that would make any African woman proud and pretty C-cup tits. She was wearing a pair of black, skin-tight, elastic shorts, which only drew the eyes further towards the bright, magenta-colored side-wings of her panties, which were sticking out the sides of the girl’s wide hips. Tanisha wore a loose, string-strapped tank top on, which had the word “SWAG” in sparkling glitter over the chest. Her hair was made into these spectacular long braids that reached down her waist, half of which were her natural black color, other half were dyed a deep red.

“Good evening, we’re from the campus’ house maintenance” a small, smiling Asian woman, only appearing a little older than Lillian, was standing on the doorstep, with three more jumpsuit-wearing folks standing around her. All the jumpsuits and their caps featured the same logo that was on the van, making them appear very legit.

“From the what?” the girl furred her brow, having never heard such a thing. “It is the university’s initiative that every 6 months we make sure that all sorority accommodations adhere to the proper safety and living standards” Tilly said with absolute kindness and a sweet voice, handing Lillian a (fake) document that listed the checks required. “So you’re here to repair things?” the blonde girl was already getting light-headed from this interaction.

“Exactly! Anything that might be out of order or needing maintenance” the Asian girl nodded at the girl’s dumbed down response. “We’ll be out of your way before you know it” the least-threatening looking out of all the “mechanics” assured with the same smile.

Lillian found no reason to not let the four repair-people inside, the men holding the duffel bags as they stepped in, presumably with all the tools they might need to fix stuff, like screwdrivers, wrenches, hammers, that sort of thing.

As soon as Pearl and Tanisha, realized they were in strangers’ company, they scrambled a bit to cover their relative nudity up. In the relaxed environment of the sorority house, both girls did not wear any bras, Pearl was not even wearing panties underneath her grey cotton shorts, since they were loose enough to not show any teen camel-toe.

“How many occupants does the house have?” Sonya asked Lillian, looking down at the small girl. “Thirty-six” she replied half-bored, looking to get this necessity over with. “And how many are in the premises now?” the woman snuck a more crucial question right behind the first one. “Uhm…six” Lillian answered without much thought. Without making eye-contact, every “janitor” registered the unsuspecting girl’s reply, while silently scanning the house’s interior. Straight in front of the small entrance hall there was a straight staircase that turned left to an open corridor, where the many bedroom-doors where on the right side, and on the left side railing was looking down at the big living room. There were windows all around the living room’s walls and a backdoor located in the kitchen.

“You guys look like a weird tribute band“ Pearl, the short-haired Aussie, lifted her eyes from her phone to say in a bored, filter-less voice. “Hehe, you’re funny”, Ron, the imposing black man smirked, but Pearl had already returned to her virtual world. “Do you know where your power control board is?” the kind Filipino chick asked Lillian, while Pearl and Tanisha were simply glad to not have been stuck with this sudden chore.

“Yes, over here” Lillian said and the jumpsuited crew followed her up the stairs and to the first door on the right, where a small storage room was. No girl ever stepped inside that dusty dark space, full of scary things like brooms and chloride bottles, except maybe if there was a party and they wanted to fool around in privacy. Lillian stepped inside the room and Tilly, Sonya and Ron all followed her suit, while Matthew waited outside the closed door. Whilst moving up the stairs, the three of them had discreetly put on latex gloves on their hands, snapping them over their jumpsuit’s sleeves. There was incentive to not leave any evidence they were ever here.

“Here it is” the short, blondie sighed, pointing to the fuse box on the wall, not noticing what the three strangers had already reached for inside their duffel bags. Before she realized that none of the mechanics had their focus on the fuse box, Lillian felt two strong black hands swiftly wrap around her petite body and swoop her up! One smothered her pretty, pink lips while the other pressed a cold blade right against her soft neck.

-MF!...

-Don’t make any silly moves.

Lillian’s initial muffled scream of shock seized completely by both the feeling of a sharp blade across her trachea, as well as the middle-aged man’s deep, whispering threat in her ear. Not a single second went unused, as the two women started binding the petrified, hand-gagged blonde girl.

Everyone moved in unison in a matter of seconds over the smothered college girl. In the spam of the next 5 seconds, everyone knew what they had to do and how to do it quickly and efficiently, like the skilled professionals they were. They moved with veteran experience and ruthless practicality, the fact that they were “handling” a living human being not taken into the equation.

Lillian was actually lifted off the floor by the big man’s strength and size, her head pinned against his chest as he handgagged her. Simultaneously, Tilly grabbed Lillian’s flailing, sock-wearing legs and in one seamless motion passed a loop of thick zip ties through her feet and pulled the loose end to trap the girl’s ankles inside the hard plastic.

At the same time, the stronger Sonya rudely removed Lillian’s hands that were helplessly trying to pull off the black man’s smothering hand (which was two times the size of Lillian’s). She passed another zip-tie loop over the girl’s wrists and with a quick and sharp *ZZZZZZZZZIP* fused them together right before Lillian’s wide eyes.

“MMnnnggh!” Lillian let out a stifled scared whimper, as her pitiful eyes turned towards the storage room’s door, but no one could hear her weak pleas for help. A reminding press of the blade against her soft neck was enough to extinguish that little outburst.

Everything was happening so fast, the small girl overwhelmed from the synchronized assault of three stronger individuals! Tilly repeated her rapid ziptying of the girl’s knees, which now pressed painfully together just like her ankles, whilst the busty Latina produced a roll of duct tape and a very expandable yellow bath-sponge. There was not a single time gap between the moment Ron removed his hands from a squirming Lillian’s face and the one Sonya stuffed the porous sponge fully past Lillian’s teeth. The sponge immediately expanded inside the girl’s small mouth, filling any crevice and effectively soundproofing her moans. Sonya then swiftly wrapped duct tape around Lillian’s face, unobstructed by the girl’s fidgety, pesky hands, which were trapped under Ron’s overpowering grasp, the man having wrapped his arms around the girls’ arms and belly. Sonya made 4-5 good, snug coils of tape around Lillian’s fair-skinned face and over her glossy lips, sealing the sponge inside and firmly gagging the little bitch, who was foolish enough to let them in.

Right outside the storage room, Matthew saw a young girl exit one of the bedrooms and approach him inquisitively, with a sly smile. It was Sanem, a gorgeous Turkish girl, with brunette complexion and angelic, dark-brown wavy hair, falling down to her D-cups and behind her cute shoulders. The girl had stunning, big hazel eyes and a cute nose piercing on the right side of her nose. She was wearing a wide-necked, kneaded crop blouse that exposed her flat belly and cute bellybutton. A pair of tight yoga-pants that hugged her juicy ass and slim legs and flaunted the girl’s coveted thigh-gap, and a pair of comfy sneakers completed her look.

“What’s going on?” she approached the guy intrigued. “Just some scheduled maintenance” he nodded with a charming smile. “Oh really?” Sanem replied moving closer to him. Her posture and playful tone already indicating a flirtatious mood. “Well, if you can fix computers too, my pc is acting up again” the girl shot the scruffy handsome guy an open invitation. “I’m Sanem” she offered her hand to him, with the confidence her 10/10 looks granted her. “Matt” the guy shook the pretty girl’s hand, giving a fake name. The two kept chatting, creating a rapport no more than a few yards from where Sanem’s buddy was being assaulted.

“MMnnng!” Lillian let out a desperate moan, though apparently soft enough to not earn her a sliced throat. “Shhh, easy now” the strong Latina cougar whispered to the distressed college girl as she wrapped plenty of more coils of duct tape over the girl’s blue eyes, plunging them in total darkness. Her attackers had moved their victim down to the room’s dirty floor, where her wrists’ zip ties had been attached to the ones around her knees with another loop, connecting the girl’s wrists to her pink and white, sock-covered knees.

Without a blade threatening to cut her life too short, Lillian had started struggling much more than the beginning, but now restrained as she was, it was too little too late. The three slavers pulled the bound girl along the floor to the opposite end from the door, where a radiator was. “Hmmf?” the blinded girl moaned worryingly, while the group worked undistracted, the black man passing a zip tie line around both the poor girl’s neck and the radiator’s vertical-moving pipes, before forming a loop and zzzzzipping it snuggly, hitching the girl’s neck to the pipes. Meanwhile, the Filipino girl had already taken a shock collar from the duffel bag, and was fastening it around the heavy-breathing, scared-shitless girl’s neck, making sure it fit snug against her skin like a choker. The collar had already been set to its “stricter” setting, so almost any audible moan would trigger the shocking mechanism.

Meanwhile, Sonya was busy heartlessly folding the girl’s legs over themselves and wrapping multiple coils of duct tape around the top of Lillian’s thighs and underneath her zipped ankles, creating a double-frogtie and rendering the small girl’s legs useless.

The tiny blonde was now fully tethered to the radiator by her neck, her arms and folded legs unable to help her out. “HMM….!” Lillian’s attempt at communicating her peril outside the room froze once the shock collar tased her for her forbidden sound-making. A strong current jabbed her in the neck, punishing her for speaking out of turn. “Now be a quiet little girl” Tilly squatted momentarily to caress the gagged, blindfolded, bound and shock-collared girl’s cheek, before she and her two partners left Lillian alone to squirm in enforced silence, closing the single light-bulb and leaving.

Unfortunately for Lillian, Sanem had just finished her flirty interaction with the “hot plumper boy”, so once the storage door opened, the girl was re-entering her bedroom, the sight of a pleading, squirming Lillian just out of the Turkish girl’s peripheral vision. The three mechanics closed the door, hiding Lillian’s view. The girl’s repeated muffled screams got stifled by a matching number of electric shocks to her delicate neck. She uselessly pulled at her wrist bonds and shuffled her balled-up legs on the floor, with no chance of escape.

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